SHE HAD A SHY TONGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She had a shy tongue

before she met him

she was young, but not a child

unaware of lust and loving

I Wonder If

I still feel..
your lips on mine
as I held you close
and your hair did shine
under a million stars
when everything seemed to align.

I wonder if..
you think about me too
when you lie in bed at night
under a million different stars
knowing my heart still belongs to you.

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Her

I look at her as she dreams her mind away,
like she always does.
And I cannot find the words I want to say,
every one of my thoughts seems to have run away.

She smiles quietly and holds my hand,
and stars in far away galaxies would jubilantly dance.
My heart pumps more blood to my mind that does not understand,
how can a simple girl own my world with a single glance?

Garden of Life – Part II

In this garden, of life
We stand in distances
We love to think of
We think in whispers
We love to touch

STAINED REFLECTIONS

By Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

She sat by the window in her castle tower
Hearing the roar of the deep sea shore
Watching the waves roll in each hour

Dreaming faraway places his ship will stray
Will he forget her in a night or a day
Remembering his kiss on her smooth brow
Feeling the grains of sand trickle by the hour

When I Think Of Gina

For Poetry Challenge 2

When I think of Gina
She’s a young girl running free
Through nature’s fields and forests
And the wonderful woman she came to be

A fountain of brotherhood: Acrostic.

Empathy

E –  Envy that you don’t need

M-  Making the other feel important in feat

P-  Patience displayed when you have no time to spare’

A – Acceptance of differences of opinion: gift to inhabit in the mind of the other.

T – Tolerant enough for the shoulder to spare,

H-  Hope for the hopeless,

Y – Young and not so young at heart, all deserve empathy

By: Shashi Moore

“EXPLOITATION” by: Deborah Avila

Oh the pale and exhausting loneliness

After your round and edgeless words

Noose around my ears, pulling me to

One solid and windless sky,

Shamed back like a biblical Mary

Hurled to the front of a crowd to be stoned